Ongoing Violations 3

AMENDMENT: (June 30, 2017) In the face of the human wave attacks I have suffered by all those who profess to tear my posts to pieces as soon as I upload them, I have decided to keep my new works to myself. If I am ever given something better than insults for sharing popular and original things, I may consider sharing my new songs and writings. And that's just great that they've got the music on the radio all protected by supplanting magnetic tape with i-pods when no one wants to steal anything from the boring radio anymore. And how do they protect this music? By charging us $200.00 for an ipod that doesn't work without the aid of a rocket scientist. A tape recorder, on the other hand, would have only cost me about twenty or thirty dollars. I am here today to amend some of my posts from the past with updated information or previously overlooked details. Why don't you check them as I go along to see who has had their names on them since I first posted them? 4:41pm: I've updated my Chronoblog to include my last three blogs from this year. Posting my work online has had a worse effect on my health than smoking, but I managed to quit smoking. Now I can save my money and look forward to playing some concerts of my music in the years ahead. In the meantime, if I hear about more violations of my work, I'm just going to bite the bullet and do nothing. After ten years of fighting this awful crime, money seems determined to let the bad guys win against me. But I know I am happier right now for not needing to lie to myself than I would be as the biggest star in history. If you've only learned one thing from reading all my posts in all these years, I hope it is that fulfillment waits for you in your own heart and nowhere else. (End of insertion.) I'd rather not be posting anymore on Blogger as I complete my offline file structure and prepare my content for posting outside of Google, but the ongoing crimes against my image and work force me to at least defend myself with this. These new crimes are mostly committed by offenders who have already been repeatedly incarcerated and punished for the same crimes against the same victim over the last ten years. I'm sure I am only able to list a fraction of them here. June 2017: June 29: It dawns on me that the young Chinese looking couple who called me a seagull, in reference to one of my Wally the Street Squirrel segments, in the street (Hurry Up and Die) might be copying and pasting my cartoons to a server in China under their own names. If so, I think they should be expatriated for use in the Chinese government's live organ transplant program. If we treated degenerates like that here, I'm sure I'd have a much easier time hanging onto my work. I also heard of violations against new scripts in my We're All Dying blog. Such new scripts might include Inside Scoop/May 13, 2017, Consumer Insight/Just Ask Why, the Swing Party, and any or all of the four installments of the I Know All About It series. And I'm glad I am keeping my new recordings offline because I keep hearing about how someone has my hit. Please check through my 2017 Song Posts blog, for violations of newer recordings, such as Tinsel Heaven, Motion Cautionary, Oblivious, or Mischief. Bands like Nickleback got the big blowjob for ruining my rock, but if radio stations like CFOX and the Peak, which invited so many crimes against my music and image, can get a juvenile delinquent to spray a hateful scrawl on a stop sign or sidewalk every hundred feet of my footpath down Pender Street, they can now get him to spray some new hit songs for them. I'm sure I can find some way to make my fortune without them. And let's start caring about everyone's needy child now, not just the poor children of stars. My own nephew and niece got hurt by this crime, and that hurt me, too. Given the above, you better keep an eye on this very page to see that it isn't copied and pasted elsewhere. 9:53am: After being called 'hick' in reference to the picture I used for my video of Motion Cautionary, I gather that the intelligent industry insiders on the TV and radio, who reward crippling assaults against commercial talent with money and fame, think a good song comes from the wardrobe, rather than the heart. I don't think you should trust these people to tell you who to admire anymore. Better keep an eye on powerful new statements, as well, such as the preceding Stars Are Losers. I just know they want to prove it by stealing the statement. 3:15pm: I just heard about fifteen minutes ago that he's the poet. I guess I forgot to include violations of my poetry in this last statement on Blogger. All I mentioned were violations against my cartoons, comedy scripts, statements, and music. But I left out my poems. Did you 'tase' the violator of my music? She has a nasal sounding scream. Sounds like a snob in pain, and a lot of good it did against this new violator only a few hours later. Well, I guess you better check my poetry index for a violation of my poems now. Check YouTube for a video of someone reciting my poems, posted about 3:00pm Pacific time from the Strathcona Branch library here to make it look more authentic. They think that covers their trail when they recite it on a video but the culprit should appear on a word search. I'm going back home and finishing my beer. I'm sure glad I'm drunk today. It's the only way I can take the stress of sharing my work on Google. Don't hold your breath waiting for new posts from me here if I must report nothing but violations like this after ten years online at this site. June 28: I learn of violations against posts to my Coats from the Lost and Found blog. Recently added original arguments such as Aiming for the Heart, which I wrote to explain my humor and distinguish it from the work of plagiarizing TV stars, as well as to connect it to my faith in God, have been copied and pasted and directed against me. That's unspeakably evil, and I better not share any more original arguments on the internet until we can figure out how to put an end to this miserable problem. After all, if no one is ever going to effectively contain these crimes, why should I let my intelligent arguments fall into the hands of such evil fools? I'm sure I can rely on Google's support in this fight against evil, according to their slogan, don't be evil. Never mind Google's own evil; that's not the evil they're talking about in that. June 26, 8:00pm: I am startled by a familiar voice on my YouTube post of my live performance of my song Linger which tells me, 'you were good.' The voice belongs to a woman who has already been incarcerated and punished for a lengthy list of crimes against my work and image. To support her statement, I gather that she directs you to an illegal video of the immediately aforementioned violator of my music copyright, in which he offers a very poor live rendition of my song, and tells you that he is me. The truth is that my singing voice has greatly improved over the last eight years and should improve even more now that I have quit smoking. Compare my 2010 recordings to my 2015 recordings and see for yourself. The truth is that there are no videos on the web of me playing and singing my music except the ones in my Sound Seclusion set in my Chronology of Recordings. All outside videos of my music are illegal and are supposed to be immediately flagged. The truth is that my fans would be more interested in simply supporting me in my gig, regardless of my singing voice, if they would ever be allowed to get a clear picture of what I look like and not constantly steered to videos of Jeff Hisko in my place. How would you young women out there like to have this offender linking your video posts to the posts of a wrinkled old lady and telling the world it was you? But this crime happens to me on an almost daily basis by offenders who have already been incarcerated and punished for crimes against me and my work. I'm sure I will have more to add to this post by the summer's end. June (indefinite): Illegal videos of an overweight offender of my music copyright are posted online and referred to as videos of me, resulting in a barrage of fat jokes sent in my direction. June 2: I am falsely accused of being a racist for drawing a picture of a Confederate flag to illustrate the background of a 'hillbilly' marmot in my Wally the Street Squirrel comic strip. My face is supplanted with the face of Charles Manson as the undesirable drinking partner from the pub in my fictitious hotel. June 1: I am falsely accused of being a pervert for drawing a cartoon of a girl petting a squirrel in my Wally the Street Squirrel comic strip.
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Ongoing Violations 2

I'd rather not be posting anymore on Blogger as I complete my offline file structure and prepare my content for posting outside of Google, but the ongoing crimes against my image and work force me to at least defend myself with this. These current crimes against my work and image are committed by offenders who have already been incarcerated and punished for the same crimes against the same victim over the last ten years. I'm sure I am only able to list a fraction of them here. June 2017: June 28: I learn of violations against posts to my Coats from the Lost and Found blog. Recently added original arguments such as Aiming for the Heart, which I wrote to explain my humor and distinguish it from the work of plagiarizing TV stars, as well as to connect it to my faith in God, have been copied and pasted and directed against me. That's unspeakably evil, and I better not share any more original arguments on the internet until we can figure out how to put an end to this miserable problem. After all, if no one is ever going to effectively contain these crimes, why should I let my intelligent arguments fall into the hands of such evil fools? I'm sure I can rely on Google's support in this fight against evil, according to their slogan, don't be evil. Never mind Google's own evil; that's not the evil they're talking about in that. June 26, 8:00pm: I am startled by a familiar voice on my YouTube post of my live performance of my song Linger which tells me, 'you were good.' The voice belongs to a woman who has already been incarcerated and punished for a lengthy list of crimes against my work and image. To support her statement, I gather that she directs you to an illegal video of the immediately aforementioned violator of my music copyright, in which he offers a very poor live rendition of my song, and tells you that he is me. The truth is that my singing voice has greatly improved over the last eight years and should improve even more now that I have quit smoking. Compare my 2010 recordings to my 2015 recordings and see for yourself. The truth is that there are no videos on the web of me playing and singing my music except the ones in my Sound Seclusion set in my Chronology of Recordings. All outside videos of my music are illegal and are supposed to be immediately flagged. The truth is that my fans would be more interested in simply supporting me in my gig, regardless of my singing voice, if they would ever be allowed to get a clear picture of what I look like and not constantly steered to videos of Jeff Hisko in my place. How would you young women out there like to have this offender linking your video posts to the posts of a wrinkled old lady and telling the world it was you? But this crime happens to me on an almost daily basis by offenders who have already been incarcerated and punished for crimes against me and my work. I'm sure I will have more to add to this post by the summer's end. June (indefinite): Illegal videos of an overweight offender of my music copyright are posted online and referred to as videos of me, resulting in a barrage of fat jokes sent in my direction. June 2: I am falsely accused of being a racist for drawing a picture of a Confederate flag to illustrate the background of a 'hillbilly' marmot in my Wally the Street Squirrel comic strip. My face is supplanted with the face of Charles Manson as the undesirable drinking partner from the pub in my fictitious hotel. June 1: I am falsely accused of being a pervert for drawing a cartoon of a girl petting a squirrel in my Wally the Street Squirrel comic strip.
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Stars Are Losers

I wanted to leave that last post, Ongoing Violations, on top here, but I will re-post it with additional information as soon as I become aware of the inevitable new violations of my work and image. Lies and filth seem ever poised to triumph over truth and beauty on the internet, with me being the main casualty. While this post will discuss a scripture passage, I think my treatment of it makes it fit for secular applications. The passage I have in mind is where it is written that man shall not live by bread alone but by every word of God. I already touched on it in my Bread Winner statement from my That's Not What I Meant blog. The scale of the fraud committed with my web posts seems to have been supported by an almost unholy materialism. Materialism is the ultimate folly, I think, because our flesh ultimately fails, but it also threatens to make our short time in this world a complete waste. The corporate broadcasters, who drive the materialism of our culture, have everyone looking for happiness in all the wrong places, which has culminated in droves of violations against my web posts by people chasing the illusory bliss of stardom. But are stars happy? I think not. If the Rolling Stones were happy, they wouldn't have been so insecure about the songs I wrote and shared in my little YouTube account. Certainly all their millions of fans were secure in the band's superiority over new talent such as myself, at least until their crimes against my music came to light. So being allowed to take the stage in front of thousands of fans as the greatest rock and roll band in the world was not enough to make them happy. And being able to have their way with any woman in the world was not enough to make them happy. And being able to live in fine mansions and ride around in limousines and eat delicious meals and enjoy the finest wines and intoxicants wasn't enough. After several decades of enjoying the best of everything, all it took was a working class Canuck to post a few catchy songs on the web to make them so insecure about their success that they had to steal his songs. Does that strike you as odd? It wouldn't if you understood what was meant by the words, man does not live by bread alone but by every word of God. Happiness is not a concrete, physical thing, it is an abstraction of the heart. When I speak of the heart in this context, I speak of it as the center of your thoughts and emotions, rather than as a mere physical organ. For instance, it is folly to look for happiness from a physical organ such as your stomach, as the Devil tried to make Christ do by suggesting the latter turn stones into bread. Animals may graze, but they can never be happy. They are limited to mere physical satisfaction. Human happiness is not to be confused with a full belly, but corporate broadcasters have been known to contradict this truth with fast food ads. Shelter is another basic need which we share with animals. We typically gain food and shelter through securing some kind of paying employment. Our economy promises jobs, in order to attend to our basic needs, which is fine, but we are wrong to look for happiness from our careers. In fact, most people are disappointed with their jobs, and it may be because they are expecting too much from them. Another organ which can be misleading is the reproductive organ. Here again we share a basic need with animals. On a farm a prize boar may be allowed exclusive access to a pen full of sows, much in the same way that the Rolling Stones had exclusive access to their groupies, but sex is a mere execution of a biological function which affords no lasting spiritual payoff. The lover is ever duped by his reproductive organ to think his partner makes him happy, which almost always leads to total and abject misery. (But the blond with the short hair in the baby blue summer dress who I saw a few days ago on Main Street by Keefer must know here and now that I still remember her smile - even though it was pointed away from me - and that I want very badly to fondle her.) Maybe I wouldn't have to suffer so many violations against my work if people did not look for happiness in all the wrong places. If that musical creep who stole so many of my songs for his band in 2007 had to order his partners to insult me out loud in bed before he could enjoy his contact with them, he was obviously unhappy with his fraud. His folly must be clear to everyone but himself, since he still wants to be a star even now. Or perhaps he seeks happiness in the appearance of happiness - an even more foolish enterprise. All I know is that I would have been happier with my songs and writings if I had kept them to myself, while the happiness they gave my readers and listeners was enough to make some of the biggest stars on earth envious of me. June 30, 2017: I know how to be happy and I invite others to share my happiness in my work. The crimes against my work may be mostly an effort by inferior talent to destroy my happiness and thus eliminate my work's appeal. Instead they have forced me to keep my best new creations to myself.
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Ongoing Violations

I'd rather not be posting anymore on Blogger as I complete my offline file structure and prepare my content for posting outside of Google, but the ongoing crimes against my image and work force me to at least defend myself with this. These current crimes against my work and image are committed by offenders who have already been incarcerated and punished for the same crimes against the same victim over the last ten years. I'm sure I am only able to list a fraction of them here. June 2017: June 1: I am falsely accused of being a pervert for drawing a cartoon of a girl petting a squirrel in my Wally the Street Squirrel comic strip. June 2: I am falsely accused of being a racist for drawing a picture of a Confederate flag to illustrate the background of a 'hillbilly' marmot in my Wally the Street Squirrel comic strip. My face is supplanted with the face of Charles Manson as the undesirable drinking partner from the pub in my fictitious hotel. June (indefinite): Illegal videos of an overweight offender of my music copyright are posted online and referred to as videos of me, resulting in a barrage of fat jokes sent in my direction. June 26, 8:00pm: I am startled by a familiar voice on my YouTube post of my live performance of my song Linger which tells me, 'you were good.' The voice belongs to a woman who has already been incarcerated and punished for a lengthy list of crimes against my work and image. To support her statement, I gather that she directs you to an illegal video of the immediately aforementioned violator of my music copyright, in which he offers a very poor live rendition of my song, and tells you that he is me. The truth is that my singing voice has greatly improved over the last eight years and should improve even more now that I have quit smoking. Compare my 2010 recordings to my 2015 recordings and see for yourself. The truth is that there are no videos on the web of me playing and singing my music except the ones in my Sound Seclusion set in my Chronology of Recordings. All outside videos of my music are illegal and are supposed to be immediately flagged. The truth is that my fans would be more interested in simply supporting me in my gig, regardless of my singing voice, if they would ever be allowed to get a clear picture of what I look like and not constantly steered to videos of Jeff Hisko in my place. How would you young women out there like to have this offender linking your video posts to the posts of a wrinkled old lady and telling the world it was you? But this crime happens to me on an almost daily basis by offenders who have already been incarcerated and punished for crimes against me and my work. I'm sure I will have more to add to this post by the summer's end.
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New Priorities

So I guess I'm going to need a credit card and a phone to get a serious web space for my work. I have neither at the moment, so that's that - for now. I am actually a very strong willed person but I have been applying my will to the creation and protection of my work and to the defense of my image against crooked stars, broadcasters, and web frauds almost every day for the last ten years. As such, I have been unable to put my whole self into a serious effort to quit smoking until now. Unlike those monsters who celebrate the destruction of God's truth by their crimes and want you to join in, I am in no desperate rush to be a star. I need to focus on quitting smoking now and really conquer this addiction before I go any further. So I'm putting all my work on hold and giving my health top priority for as long as it takes. It should take a few months. I'm also in an extremely querulous frame of mind and probably not totally responsible for any angry outbursts at this time. This is a typical withdrawal symptom for smokers trying to quit. Before I go, since this might be my last note for a long while, I would like to leave you with a thought to discourage any further infringements of my copyright while I'm offline. Before you try to steal my work, ask yourself the following. If the star copyright offenders listed in my Copyright Issues page had a chance to go back to 2007 and live it over again with the knowledge they have now, do you think they'd steal my work again? The answer to that is a resounding no! So think ahead or you may end up making a terrible, irreversible mistake. June 10, 2017: I'll keep you posted of my progress in my fight against nicotine addiction in my Coats from the Lost and Found blog. I added a new post to it today: God Is Always Right.
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Maybe It's YouTube's Fault

Now I'm in the public library to find a place to post my frameset with all of my blogs and videos together on it. I'm looking for just a blank space that I can fill in completely with my own html. As soon as I find this place and post my frameset there, I'll post a link to it from this account so you know where to go to see my new videos and blogs. I wish I could have had my own space on the web to post my work in 2007 instead of getting stuck sharing it on YouTube. I bet I'd have been a lot better off than I am now. When I posted my songs onto YouTube, they were treated as YouTube's property when they are are my property. YouTube punished me for erasing my songs by facilitating all the fraud that followed with my music from 2007 right to the present. But it's their fault that I erased my songs because they wouldn't show my true number of views on my view counter, just as they have been doing ever since. At the end of that horrible year, 2007, I begged YouTube to let me see my views because I was afraid I might be crazy. They wouldn't do it. I guess they thought that by featuring everything I clicked on, that was enough. No, that just made me think I was crazy, too. With no numbers to support all the weird things I was seeing, I thought I was crazy. And when we think we're crazy, we don't trust the things we say or write - especially when some of them, like my 2007 Christian blogs, radically depart from our normal position. YouTube asked me why I erased my account and I said it was lame. I said it was lame because at that moment I thought I was crazy. And I thought I was crazy because they hid my popularity from me when I was bigger than the stars on TV. And after so much harm and so much loss came from hiding my popularity, they still hide my popularity now. If I'd have known that my songs had millions of views, I most certainly wouldn't have erased them. They seem to think that hiding my popularity is trivial when it may be the whole cause for the crimes that occurred with my work. Why do they have a view counter on their page? Isn't it to help show people that a video is popular? So why do they hide my true views? If they're not going to show my true views, they should take the view counter off my page so it doesn't mislead anyone. I think that hiding my true number of web views is false and misleading. There must be something illegal about it and I don't know why I've tolerated it for such a long time. Hiding my web views opens the door to all kinds of crime with my work. How's Wise Hall Flea doing? Why did they want to boast about their million and a half views on the radio? I guess people are impressed by high numbers like that, eh? The same high numbers that YouTube withholds from the pages of their greatest fraud victim. As if my views are only in the single digits with people like Mick and Keith prancing around with music stolen out of my account! Just a few, mate? Why can't the Rolling Stones write their own hits anymore? Maybe it's because they don't have to because YouTube lets them have my hits. Were they envious of my two views, YouTube? No, they were envious of my true views, the ones you allow to fall into the hands of local frauds and hackers every year to make them look popular with my popularity. And how about my comments? Do you think I don't need my comments? If so, you're awfully opinionated for something that belongs to me and not to you. Why don't you mind your own business and let people who want to support my music directly with their comments do so? Why do you think it's okay to give my comments to all your pets and leave my page blank? You must be totally warped. My frameset has no view counter. As such, I think it is more honest than their manipulating website. I would rather people listen to my music and dismiss my views. But YouTube only has a view counter so they can lie to us with it.
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People Who Think They're Funny

Do you want to know a little more about the kind of people who think they're funny enough to be comedy stars? (Is Saturday Night Live still on the air, by the way? Or was it CANCELLED for committing too much FILTHY FRAUD with my web posts? Good riddance, if that's the case.) Anyway, you know what they think is witty? Making fun of my name. They think my name is funny because it has 'kow' in it and they think that's the spelling for the word 'cow'. And they think this is so hilarious that they go out of their way to try to humiliate me with it, even sending overweight women around to pose as my fans. But if this joke really were funny, they wouldn't have needed to steal every word of my comedy posts and put their names on them before anyone would laugh for them. So I wonder if I've shared my last YouTube video. That would be a good way to leave YouTube, I think. And now I can post my next batch of songs somewhere else. And if I'm successful with my next batch, I can say, 'Look everyone, I shared these two hundred songs on YouTube and all I got for it was being falsely accused of fraud and a ten year long fight against their crooked rock star friends, but I put my new songs over here and now I'm a star with my music instead of YouTube's corrupt friends being stars with music. You should all come over to this other website and try your luck over here if you want any hope of success.' Is that what YouTube wants me to do? Because I'm not going to stay with them if I'm going to be disrespected by their vicious staff, like that person who wanted me to suffer more pain from George Carlin's 2006-2008 HBO comedy fraud with my erased statements. Day Five of the gum and I didn't crave a cigarette when I got out of bed this morning. And I drank my coffee for the flavor of the coffee and didn't crave a cigarette. I didn't need a gum until I'd been awake for longer than an hour. I listened to Unabused to keep up my fighting spirit, along with several other of my original songs that are as good or better than anything on the rock radio.
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Perverse Acts of Evil

So who's responsible for filling up my recommended videos with George Carlin's criminal face? I'm considering finding another website for my videos over it. I know that it was deliberate and malicious. After all the miserable harm to my life that YouTube has enabled in the last ten years since I so naively shared my music with them in 2007, I'm reaching the limit of my endurance. George Carlin stole my poem too. Modern Man. I think stealing poems is a perverse act of evil. And who else steals poems? Let's see, Ellen stole Sappho Asparagus and the Widower. Jay Leno stole Jackie the Pro and the Trailblazer. Saturday Night Live stole the Octiverse - over two thousand lines of rhyming verse that took me three solid months to write - and large numbers of my rhyming 'Songs that Don't Rhyme.' The Simpsons stole at least Part V of the Herald, though I think that whole half hour episode consisted of my poetry. Tom Hanks stole the Veteran. Dateline NBC stole the Porcupine Girls. Oh yes, and Jon Stewart, you know, sweet Jon Stewart, Canada's most trusted source of news, stole Lifetimes and The Poisoned. Etc, etc, etc, etc... You know their crimes better than I do because you watch them on TV and apparently fall in love with them when they plagiarize my content. And these people had you hurling eggs at my window because you thought I was stealing from them. Is anyone hurling eggs at them now? I don't get it. Stealing music and poetry and original comedy sketches is such a dirty crime and everyone thought I was such a creep for posting my own words in the web. And now it seems like the broadcasters are trying to make the crime of stealing my life-work somehow decent and acceptable. What the hell kind of wicked crime culture is this? Are we sure we're Christian? Are we sure that we believe in God? With what evil lie do they hold back my visible fan support this week? Every week I hear about how some lying fuck has to restore my image and it's because he or she was allowed to destroy it for an undetermined period. They all line up and keep a constant assault going against my image for ten years and no one seems to know how to put a stop to it. Let me give you examples of some of the lies that support their crimes. When Beyonce had my song Under My Umbrella, I heard I was a racist. When the Crystalids had four LP's of my songs, I heard I was a child molester. And when Blue Rodeo had my songs earlier this year, I heard they had a pen that signed my dick. How would you all like to post your work on YouTube and Blogger and get a result like that? And then they want to shove George Carlin's face up my ass on top of it afterward. So what unspeakable lie are they telling everyone this week? Why can't we have an industry that wants to focus on making profits instead of covering up losses with miserable lies about its fraud victim? Imagine how much more money they'd have made since 2010 if I'd managed to survive the gauntlet of crime they threw me in from the outset. All those hits I wrote in 2011 wouldn't have gone to waste on a noisy band of posers while I struggled to find a new home. And all the tried and true ones would have stayed on the radio to keep making money all the way to the present. What stupid lie would they counter this fact with, in order to look like they know what they're doing? Why are all the liars and frauds supported by the industry when the victim of their crimes has to fend for himself? Why do I have no money when I wrote hit songs? Why doesn't someone ask that George Carlin fan over at YouTube? Why wouldn't lawyers want to sue Saturday Night Live when I brought them all the evidence to do it? I hate having to ponder questions like this in my overheated room when I'm having trouble sleeping at night. Do you all think I deserve this for merely writing good songs and good poems and good comedy scripts and sharing them on the web? No one deserves such horrible, unjust, endless torment. I hate my life. What's this I hear about my mother's grave? Yeah, how old was my mom when Dateline NBC swooped down on her to trick her into consenting to their broadcast? Wasn't she eighty-seven? NBC picks on eighty-seven year old ladies and then they want to set the public standard for decency. They pick on old ladies and peaceful artists and they lie their faces off about me when I call them on it. Who needs a bunch of stars who've obviously become totally corrupt when I can write circles around them all by myself? I think they've enjoyed the limelight for far longer than they deserve already. I'm bloody well sick of them and I won't miss them. The sooner they all die and join their buddy George in hell, the better. And if you end up there for following them, it won't be my fault. Don't be like my brother Roger, who I continually warned to leave my things alone and who ended up getting nailed for stealing them. Now he thinks I ruined his life. Go back and read how I warned him to leave my work alone. And I didn't bust him, the authorities did. And I didn't punish him, the authorities did. All I did was warn the stupid prick. And he's typical of all these fools who the corporate media loved so much in my place.
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Typical Hypocrisy

We sure have a lot of productions in our neighborhood. Our neighborhood seems to have all the productions. And no one ever asks us if we want them, they just ask the City of Vancouver. It must be great for the stars to have a large section of the city where the people have no rights so that they can trample all over them with their productions. Does no one want to shoot out on their side of town? Why? It's just as urban as our side. Is it because the stars who live there find productions a nuisance? Do they not want to have to step over cables or to be told to walk around the block when they're only ten feet away from their doorstep? But they must all think it's okay for me to be treated like that. And who needs this production? I don't. I don't need anything from the TV or radio. I don't need their evil manipulating news broadcasts either. I'll live my own life, thank you very much. Maybe one day we can find something more productive for people to do in this world than to bullshit each other with cameras. Who says I'm humble? Why do you want me to be humble? I'm not humble, I'm just reasonable, but maybe a reasonable man looks humble in contrast to so many psychopathic stars who have outrageous delusions of grandeur. By the way, was anyone fooled by the face of Goldie Hawn, posing with her great grandchild on the side of that bus? When was Laugh In again? You know: Knock! knock! Who's there? Some asshole with a disappointing punchline! Wasn't that 1968 or 1969? Why hasn't her face aged in almost fifty years? Because she doesn't want to retire after being a star for almost fifty years. My guess is that she is over eighty percent polypropylene by now.
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Tyrants Fear Intelligence

I had to come down to another library branch because all the computers were taken from the other library I posted in today. Odd, a crowd suddenly gathered like that. Anyway, I've managed to calm down after seeing the face of George Carlin in four of my recommended videos on YouTube. The effect on me was so profoundly irritating that I must wonder if putting his videos in my face qualifies as some form of criminal harassment. If so, I hope the boys will move in and engage the culprit. At least he or she is helping everyone to see how this web crime with my posts was able to get so far along over there at YouTube. Certainly not my fault. These criminals really get to have fun with an innocent victim here, eh? They let that hotel owner try to keep me homeless in 2012 so another fraud band could prance around with the new songs I was saving to help me overcome the stigma of the Crystalids crime. Isn't it bad enough that I had to go homeless because I couldn't stand the noise in that hotel anymore? But they let this guy make it harder for me. This is pure sadism. It never ends. And you better hope you're not popular on YouTube if you need immediate medical attention for something as excruciating as kidney stones, like I did late last year. As if their backstabbing lies didn't cause me enough psychological harm, they let me puke my guts out with kidney pain for forty-five minutes to pay for my YouTube success. Now I'm stressed out from trying to quit smoking and they're making it more stressful for me by sticking faces of fraud stars in my face when I sign in to YouTube. Why don't they just come and nail me to the wall of my hovel and get it over with? That's how they like to treat talent. Oh, but the Shards steal Virtue from me and get on the Tonight Show with Jay Leno to play it the next day. And here's the author of the song ten years later, trying to save enough money to finance a tour out of his fucking disability cheque that he was forced to apply for when he has more ability than all of his goofy assailants put together and everyone admires them on TV as people of superior ability. Did you read all those instances of George Carlin's plagiarism? A lot of good laughs in all that, eh? I still like my joke about using 'water landing' instead of 'fiery death' for a flight attendant to refer to a plane crash. And what motive could I possibly have for saying George Carlin stole my blogs other than telling the truth? Yes, the truth! Does someone have trouble with the truth out there? If so, why? Why do you fear truth? The only people who fear truth are scoundrels. How's the corporate media? Have they thought of any new strategies in their war against talent? (To the media:) What's my crime again, corporate media? Is it the same one you told everyone last time or did you think of a new one? You know what's happening right now while you're putting so much effort into your personal war against an innocent poet? Some creep is assaulting a helpless victim in the street. And he'll get away with it because you have everyone looking at me. Not only that, he wears his hair short and puts on a suit and tie to look respectable - just like Ted and Paul. How many helpless victims are you going to sacrifice to him while you stay focused on your hate campaign to spare your precious egos? (To the media:) Do you think everyone loves George Carlin? God, you're clued out. Bill Maher is not everyone. I heard someone say 'he's the beast' today in reference to George Carlin. Sounds like she disagrees with you about George Carlin. Are you going to wreck her life now too? (To the media:) Why would anyone want to keep loving an old star like that after his crimes were exposed on the web? Do you think no one believes me? Do you think I'm lying? Don't you think that if Saturday Night Live could steal all those hundreds of my posts, George Carlin could do the same? Didn't he launch Saturday Night Live? Isn't he their buddy? Why are you protecting him? What good is it doing? (To the media:) I think I know the problem that you've always had with me, I'm good. I'm a good talent. And you fear the work of good talent because it stimulates people and makes them think. You don't want people to think. You want them to be listless zombies under your control. So when someone like myself comes along and posts the kind of work that raises the consciousness of the public and stimulates real thought, you desperately need to tear it all apart and pass it off as something rather less than what it was to start with. (To the media:) Let me give you an example with my latest YouTube post of my poem the Mammals. It's very creative and stimulates ideas. For instance, the words I wrote about Gladys the heifer might resonate with people who feel trapped in the routine of their jobs. But that won't happen if these words take a back seat to Tina Fey's face on the TV. Then the whole work is dismissed as a simple work of comedy with little or no depth. You don't want people to be stimulated by my work, you just want them to pay your stupid stars for it. And there are laws against that. Your stars were prosecuted and punished in prison. They got kicked off the air. And now I have a lot more new work to share and there is really nothing you can do about it. (To the media:) Do you think our society is great? If it is, it would be in spite of you and your efforts. What's so great about a minority of predators suppressing the masses by imposing restraints on free thought? This a fine hell you've created here for artists and poets and it's heaven for frauds and predators. Are you proud of that? Or are you only proud of the way you lie about it? I better end this note now. I'm too upset to think clearly.
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Wild Conclusion

Great success from bare survival might be brazenly divided Where the rule of Mother Nature to the gates may yield For advantage's pursuit to bring an outcome undecided Not the compensation owed the mammals in the field I said in my video today that this last verse from my poem the Mammals essentially says that animals have it harder than we do. Some of you might want me to elaborate on this; that is, if you see this as a work of poetry and not merely as an ordinary comedy sketch on TV. I scored a hundred percent on poetry comprehension when I took my communication test for my advertising course in 1984 and I am the author of this poem, so let me explain it better for you. Here in the civilized realm, hard work does not guarantee success. I worked my ass off on these posts when I first shared them, but a bunch of dishonest, spoiled celebrities enjoyed the success for them. That goes against nature. The way of the wild (generally speaking) is that when you work, you gain from your work. This is the compensation owed the 'mammals in the field.' By the same token, however, this law of nature condemns wild animals to a life of constant struggle, which is how I see the verse as indicating that animals have a much harder lot than people. While I had to work hard and someone else got paid for it, at least I can still collect welfare, unlike an animal.
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Bothered Man

When I was getting my slice of humble pie in the soup line earlier today, the music was Neil Young's Southern Man. It made me think of that confederate flag I put in that last Wally cartoon (Wally #9/Hotel Life) to help to illustrate my hillbilly marmot. What is a hillbilly? Isn't that someone who is totally out of touch with modern civilization? What better way could I illustrate that than with a flag that suggests he does not know that the Civil War ended with the South losing? I'm sure that most of you got the joke. And then the poisonous creeps who want to destroy me out of loyalty to the frauds who ripped me off want to try to turn me into David Duke with it. I guess I wouldn't suffer these problems if the broadcasters ever wanted to tell the truth about me in the last twenty years or so instead of letting rich stars steal my hit songs and popular blogs and then leaving me broke afterwards. And then they point to me as if it's my shame that they work for a crooked industry that steals from the poor to give to the rich. I posted a recital of my long poem the Mammals on YouTube today. You may view it here from its embedded location above the text of the Mammals (Complete) in my Storyblog. Please don't go to the people who steal my things for their side. They have no side. It's not their work. Let them talk about their own work - if they even have any work. I doubt it. They seem rather too lazy from all their thefts of my hard work to be capable of producing their own work. And I won't pity any suicides from among the ranks who were involved in this crime. The warped self pity of an unrepentant fraud could drive him to suicide as quickly as the misery of wrongful condemnation could have caused his victim to do the same. Lastly, I think that if that hotel owner's dollars were converted into brain cells and added to his brain, it would make a vast improvement. He's not out cruising in his limousine, stabbing me in the back with more lies about me to all the neighbors again, I hope, like he did when I was homeless in 2012 and Roxanna's noisy friends had all my new songs that I wrote in the Hotel Europe the year before. That's why I needed a charity to find me home; he destroyed my image too much to let me be able to find one for myself. We sure let rich creeps get away with a lot against poor artists here. And we let bullshitting actors rule us from the television while truth telling poets are pounced on and torn to pieces. I can't believe I'm still here to give hope to the faithful.
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Break Their Fingers

I've re-posted some old drawings from 2004 at this link: Illustrations from 2004, in order to stop people who don't know how to draw from claiming them as their work. These kind of people really help me to see why envy is one of the seven deadly sins. These untalented creeps have caused so much ruin to my life with their thefts of my work and the ugly lies they tell to support their ugly crimes. (I only call vicious jerks who steal my art and tell dirty lies about me untalented.) I wrote one of those stories a day for about two months back in March and April, 2004, and then I found myself watching an NBC show where they interviewed an 'author' who said that she shared a story a day and that each one was like a prayer. I certainly hope she was talking about her own stories when she said that. If you watched the Simpsons much in the last ten years, you might notice how they drained the amusing parts out of these stories for their show, such as when Lisa got into crosswords (Read my short story Who Programmed That One?). It certainly was a funny cartoon. I wonder who wrote all the humor for it besides myself. My guess is that a talented artist left behind a large volume of comedy scripts before he killed himself from Matt Groening's abuse. Glad I don't need his dirty show for a laugh anymore. Now I just make myself laugh when I need to. After I shared my short stories on my Blogger account in 2004, I erased them from my account and moved back to Vancouver to take a job in a recycling plant. Any time I posted a funny script on my Blogger account after that, such as 2005's Debbie Downer, it was immediately stolen by a show like Saturday Night Live, while I helplessly slaved away at my industrial job. Is the title of this too aggressive? Maybe you should have a look at my 2015 Evolver blog, in which I first started reconstructing old cartoons. I talked about this creep who burst into my home and let me think he was with the Georgia Straight while he told me to 'hurry up' on the printing I was doing for a new cartoon. I gave him the cartoon and he left without a word. Then I called the Vancouver Police about it and they didn't seem to think it was a serious problem. And after I shared this note in 2015, that son of a bitch said 'hello' to me on the street and managed to slip past me before I realized who he was. I think these kinds of dangerous criminals should have a strict restraining order on them if you're going to let them maraud around at large on the street instead of incarcerating them in an 'expensive' prison where they belong. Then maybe their neglected victims wouldn't end up fantasizing about splitting heads open with an ax when they're trying to sleep. Anyway, I've started another new Wally but I'm running out of rhymes for him. Looks like I will make it into the double digits with my posts of this character, at least.
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True Success

Imagine how stressful it was for me to cope with posting all this creative work in such rapid succession from my Telus home connection (with its connected email account david147@telus.net) back in 2007. I'd post a great new poem or script and see it immediately end up on a TV show with some star like Ellen or Jay Leno or Tina Fey claiming it as their work. No one would believe that I wrote it, which forced me to write another script or poem of similar quality to prove my ownership. This new work would, in turn, be stolen by the TV stars to uphold their dirty position against me. And this continued on until hundreds of my posts had been consumed by their stupid fraud by November 2007. They stole all my best posts while my original Blogger account was still online in 2007 and that damn evil president just sat back with folded arms and enjoyed the show. Then after I erased my Blogger account to try to stop the crime, their theft of my posts from work they had already downloaded and saved, or perhaps recovered from that infernal Wayback Machine, ran into the thousands, resulting in whole seasons of broadcast fraud from 2007 to 2010. The fame offered to me in 2007 and, apparently, again in 2011 was the kind that would please most people, who are not artists attached to their own creations and who would just want to impress the crowd with their performance. The deal, as I understand it now, was for me to go out on stage with only some of my songs and let those corrupt stars claim what they already stole. I'm sure I would have 'impressed the crowd' by sharing the stage with big bands like Nickleback and Coldplay, but I would have been unhappy with that arrangement. And I'm sure I would have impressed the crowd by appearing as a musical guest on Saturday Night Live, but they wanted that particular show to consist entirely of my own comedy scripts and poetry - with Tina Fey listed as the show's head writer in the credits. I would have been most unhappy with that arrangement. If I'm going to be a big star, I don't want a bunch of frauds running around with my hits, drawing my fans away from me with my own work. And there are other aspects to my copyright ownership which might even have brought me real physical discomfort by such an arrangement. So I'm probably much happier right now than I would have been if I would have played along with their plan, even though I'm far from feeling euphoric. Sure, stardom looks good from the outside. Seeing stars getting all that attention on TV may make you want to be in their place, but I have learned better. Stars who need to plagiarize and lie are basically unhappy with their lives. They are miserable losers. They can't find true happiness in their artificial star world. So instead of wanting to be a star like that, you should just simply want to be happy. Let's look at my own example. All these jerks who don't know how to create and were hailed as 'artists' with my music got more respect and love from the crowd than I did. Their happiness depends on other people admiring them. If I were like that, I would have hung myself ten years ago. My happiness depends strictly on having a clear conscience and a strong personal relationship with God. And I hope I never change. If I do end up becoming some kind of a broadcast star, I hope I never get as pathetically addicted to public acclaim as the monsters (see my Copyright Issues page) who needed to steal my good work to try to 'stay on top.' I hope someone shoots me in the head before I ever get like that. I do my best to persuade the crowd to see things my way, but I'm up against big billboards and buses and broadcasts that all want to contradict a fraud victim. I can't put my slogans on bus stops like the ones who wanted everyone to know that they're in the business of music for business. I can only write my retort here and hope that people come to read it: a business which profits from talent owes talent a fair share of its profits. Sound reasonable? More reasonable than they are, at least. I'm holding out nicely with the gum. I've only had four small 'puffs' in the last three days - so far. And with my earplugs I can hear my breathing and it sounds like my lungs are clearing up nicely. My earplugs may have saved me from cancer. We'll see.
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